**Chapter 54: Am I Underestimating Myself?**
In the muddy alley,
Cui Peng leaned against a crooked tree, seemingly waiting for something.
"Kill Li Mo, and with the blood of a genius, my Blood Blade will reach new heights."
"But I wonder, aside from the Murong family, does he have any other experts by his side...?"
As he mused to himself, a yellow-furred rat climbed up from his pant leg to his shoulder.
After a few squeaks, a sinister smile crept across his lips.
That little beggar had successfully left his scent on the target.
With that, he could use the rat as his eyes and gather all the information about the opponent.
This included the martial arts the opponent excelled in, whether there were any mentors accompanying him, and his daily habits.
"When you fully understand a person, killing them becomes a piece of cake."
Cui Peng lightly brushed the Blood Blade hidden beneath his robe, his heart ablaze with excitement.
*Thud—*
Footsteps echoed nearby.
Cui Peng looked up to see the little beggar he had sent.
Now that the purpose had been fulfilled, the little beggar had no reason to live.
"Come here and take your payment."
Cui Peng jingled a handful of copper coins from his pocket.
With his other hand, he gripped the Blood Blade tightly.
But before he could make a move, the yellow rat squeaked in his ear again.
His heart raced as he turned around sharply.
To his surprise, a young man in a cloud-patterned brocade robe stood there, smiling warmly.
"Cui Peng, you don’t look anything like your portrait."
Li Mo said, calm and unhurried.
He hadn’t expected this.
Originally, he was just helping Bing Tuozi find someone, and now he had stumbled upon an unexpected gain.
Before the Murong family could send him any news, Cui Peng had come right to him.
"How did you find out?"
Cui Peng's voice was like a chilling wind from the depths of hell.
His entire being was taut with tension.
Understanding his enemy made him feel like a hunter, brimming with confidence.
But now, with the opponent suddenly appearing, the lines between hunter and prey blurred.
"There are many things in this world you don’t know."
Li Mo shook his head.
In the divine eye of fate, Cui Peng's information appeared:
**Name: Cui Peng**
**Age: 28**
**Root Bone: White Ape Arm**
**Realm: Inner Breath Condensation**
**Fate: Grayish Blue**
**Evaluation: A cold-blooded, ruthless swordsman with extraordinary luck, a born killer.**
**Recent Encounter: Blood Blade technique has hit a bottleneck, injuries not yet healed, desperate and ready to take risks, attempting to ambush the true disciple of Qingyuan Sect, Li Mo, to gain entry into the Drizzle Tower.**
Cui Peng's eyes were fixed on Li Mo.
In his hand, a blood-stained short blade had already materialized.
The atmosphere in the alley thickened, charged with murderous intent.
The little beggar was already paralyzed with fear, his young mind blank, and the rice bag in his hands fell to the ground with a thud.
"You can go now."
Li Mo walked over and patted the boy's head.
"Th-thank you..."
The little beggar stumbled away, terrified, falling to the ground several times due to his trembling legs.
When he reached the alley's entrance, he turned back for one last look.
Though he didn’t understand what had happened, he instinctively knew that the kind-hearted Li Da Shansheng from Qingyuan Sect was a good person, while the beggar who had paid him to do a job was the bad one.
Cui Peng!
He was the man who had recently caused a death!
*Crack—*
In his panic, he stepped on a twig, shattering the tense atmosphere in the alley.
"Playing tricks, are we?"
"Daring to come find me alone, today is your death day!"
Cui Peng's eyes darkened with danger.
The Blood Blade appeared in his hand, slicing through the air with a chilling arc aimed at Li Mo's chest.
The blade howled, carrying with it...
The sharpness of a killing weapon?
It seemed to be laced with a hint of bloodlust?
Li Mo's expression turned strange.
He was certain that Cui Peng wasn’t holding back.
For him, a desperate fight to end the battle quickly was the best option.
But how unfortunate...
"You kill for the sake of practicing such a technique?"
Li Mo shook his head.
He had initially wanted to test his hammer technique, but now it seemed unnecessary.
The Chixiao Sword fell into his hand.
*Clang, clang, clang—*
In the blink of an eye,
Chixiao sliced through the inner breath enveloping the Blood Blade, clashing with it multiple times.
In Cui Peng's incredulous gaze, the nearly legendary Blood Blade began to crack.
Cui Peng's eyes widened in disbelief.
But before he could feel the pain of loss,
The point of impact erupted with explosive force.
*Crack—*
The Blood Blade shattered.
The backlash unleashed a more ferocious killing energy, obliterating his entire arm.
"You also know the Blood Blade technique?"
Cui Peng's heart surged with turmoil.
"What the hell?"
*Pfft—*
Blood sprayed, flowing down the Chixiao Sword.
Cui Peng fell, calm and collected.
"Even at the peak of the Inner Breath Condensation realm, you would still be no match for me."
Li Mo was also quite surprised.
Was he really this strong now?
What he had just executed could only be considered an 'ordinary strike,' yet he had effortlessly defeated an opponent of a higher level.
But thinking about it, it made sense.
Though he was in the Blood Qi realm, he had already surpassed the limits of the twelve meridians.
With the Extreme Martial Body, his strikes naturally carried a killing energy that could easily break through the 'qi' of the Inner Breath Condensation realm.
And he was wielding a mysterious weapon.
These were conditions beyond the reach of ordinary people, allowing him to achieve the 'feat' of defeating an opponent of a higher level.
"I had hoped Cui Peng would help me hone my combat skills."
Li Mo shook his head, glancing at the corpse, searching through its pockets.
Ahem, this was purely a habit from his past life of playing games, where he instinctively looted corpses after defeating monsters.
"Silver notes... Blood Blade technique... Bone-strengthening pills..."
Most of the items on Cui Peng were of little interest to him.
The Blood Blade technique, which Cui Peng valued above all else, was merely a mid-tier martial art.
He lacked for nothing when it came to silver notes or pills.
"This is..."
Li Mo suddenly felt a hard, sharp object.
When he pulled it out, it turned out to be an iron swallow.
The material was unremarkable, just ordinary iron, but the engraved characters on it exuded a strange sharpness.
It read:
**"In the old days, the swallows of the Wang and Xie families flew into the homes of common folk."**
"The swallow of the Drizzle Tower."
Li Mo recognized the item.
He had heard his beautiful master mention it in passing.
The Drizzle Tower was the most notorious organization in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
Even their initiation ceremony was utterly inhumane.
To join the Drizzle Tower, you didn’t sign up voluntarily; they came to find you.
An iron swallow represented that they had already sought you out.
Whether you wanted to or not, you had to participate in the 'Trial of No Return.'
The so-called Trial of No Return involved designating an area where the selected individuals would fight to the death.
Only the few who survived until the end could enter the tower.
"The Trial of No Return for the Drizzle Tower is about to begin in Ziyang Prefecture?"
Li Mo had little interest in such organizations.
He preferred to wait for the officials to arrive and have them take Cui Peng's body back to the sect for the elders to consider.
Just then,
"Right up ahead!"
The little beggar's voice rang out.
Along with him were Murong Hai and his grandson Murong Xiao.
Murong Xiao, sensing the silence, grew anxious.
"Everything's fine; Li Xiaoyou is safe."
Murong Hai, a powerful figure in the Divine Perception realm, had keen senses.
He could feel that in the muddy alley, there was only Li Mo's presence, and it was quite stable.
It seemed that Cui Peng had fled...
Before he could finish his thought,
He saw the young man standing before a corpse, playing with the iron swallow in his hand.
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**Chapter 55: Jiang Chuchong and the Little Princess of Yu Zhao's Golden Fate**